"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said
"so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered
A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step past Barbaric it is tamed and in its own sense new. Now it listens to the vibrations and watches as it aligns and pulls it together.
This is the second book in my poetry collection. The first book Barbaric Beauty embodied one phase of life, This one reaches for the next.All Rights Reserved